EPILOGUE TWO

Three weeks later

Taz

Those motherfuckers. If they think they’ve heard the last of me, they’re sorely mistaken. I don’t believe that shit they spewed about the papers. I know there’s gotta be something in that box that gets me my money. Uncle Joseph always told me it was my destiny to take over for him. Mom said that he was crazy and to work hard, and that would be where I’d find success, but she never knew shit.

Right about now, the gift we made for them is being dropped off. “Fuckers think they beat me. They’ve got a rude fucking awakening in store for them.” Time to show them what we’re capable of.

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